CYRANO: Or (since fumes have property to mount)— To charge a globe with fumes, sufficiently To carry me aloft!

Ay, Sirs, on all sides I hear that in your ranks you scoff at me; That the Cadets, these loutish, mountain-bred, Poor country squires, and barons of Perigord, Scarce find for me—their Colonel—a disdain Sufficient! call me plotter, wily courtier!